"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Poem: For John Matousek

A chance meeting:
he changed course and
came to my table, leaned in,
and spoke gentle words to my heart.
He placed the gift of his care
in my hands, with a quiet smile.

With the breath of time on my neck
I reached with open hands to receive
his gift of kindness and concern.

Here was a man of honor, intellect and faith
who poured compassion into aching hearts,
and seized opportunities to show love,
who provided tireless support.
Now he is no more.

We do not know the hour.
Carry on.





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